Uma lira nula,
reduzida ao puro mÃnimo,
um piscar do espÃrito,
a única coisa única.
Mas falo. E, ao falar, provoco
nuvens de equÃvocos
(ou enxames de monólogos?).
Sim, inverno, estamos vivos.
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